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A Majisuka Gakuen 2 Fan Fiction
Center gasped as her eyes flew open, her mind quickly deciphering her surroundings. She was lying on a bench, of that she was sure. As she sat up, her gaze focused on a familiar building and she squinted against the sun's reflection off its windows. Glancing around, she realized that everything around her formed a familiar sight, but it lacked the familiar sounds that had always accompanied it.
"What am I doing here?" she wondered aloud as she coolly brushed her hair back. As she glanced around yet again her eyes were calculating and suspicious. "Where is everybody? Normally there'd be hordes of those annoying weaklings hanging around out here."
Standing from the bench, she brushed off her skirt and walked across Majisuka Jogakuen's center courtyard to its main building. She noticed a faint, strange warmth in her left hand, and she wondered if perhaps she had punched something or someone and simply didn't remember. It wouldn't surprise her, seeing as how she couldn't remember why she'd been napping on a bench in the courtyard in the first place.
Arriving at the entrance she discovered the door was left open haphazardly, which struck her as odd. Yet Center stepped into the building anyways, without any trace of hesitation. If she had been in a fight, then there was a good chance that Nezumi was scheming nearby.
The building was just as abandoned as the courtyard, and as she walked down its narrow hallways the click of her heels echoed off the walls. The auditorium was empty; the library was empty; the clinic was empty. There was her classroom, just as empty and silent as all the others; Team Fondue's pot sat abandoned in the back. Center stood in the doorway for a minute, trying to understand what was happening. The sun filtering through the windows settled on a notice posted on the wall beside her, and her eyes widened in surprise as she read the words printed there.
Just then, the impression that someone was watching her quickly flooded her senses.
Somebody else is here.
She spun around suddenly, immediately crouching into a defensive stance. Yet there was no one there; nothing but an empty hallway. Turning back to the classroom, the paper she'd been looking at had since disappeared. As a new determination settled inside her, she again brushed her hair back with a cool and steady hand. If Nezumi was indeed here, there were only two places where she would possibly be.
The rooftop, as Center soon discovered, was just as abandoned as the school building. She lingered there for a few moments to look out over the empty courtyard, the silence of her surroundings beginning to feel eerily normal. Again she felt someone's eyes on her back. This time she did not turn around, and almost as quickly as the sensation had settled in, it disappeared. With a sigh, she turned away from the fence and exited the rooftop.
There was no one else in sight.
That room was the only place left to check, and as Center climbed the stairs a smug grin reached her lips. She and Nezumi were at the top of this school now; there would be no one to stop her ascension. She rubbed her left hand unconsciously, the strange warmth still lingering there. As she stepped through the doorway she was met with the sight of the school's ensign hanging proudly in the window.
However, Nezumi was not to be found.
Center suddenly spun around, catching a well-aimed fist with her bare hand. She stared back at its owner with questioning eyes.
"Oo, you're fast. I like that," her attacker said playfully. "So you finally woke up, huh?"
"Who are you?" Center spat, not releasing the captured hand. She clenched her other hand into a fist at her side. "What are you doing here?" She studied the intruder, noticing the MajiJo uniform the other girl wore. "As silly a custom as it may seem, as a student of this school, you must know that only Rappappa members are allowed in here." Her words were unimpressive, as in the next instant she was suddenly on her knees, the hand that she had been holding now pinning her arm behind her back.
"You're fun!" The girl smiled down at Center, obviously enjoying their exchange. "Who I am doesn't matter. What's more important is why you are here." As Center struggled to break free she was suddenly released with a shove and she fell forward, catching herself with her hands. She watched with wondering eyes as the other girl walked to the president's chair and sat down with an amused laugh.
The girl's posture exuded authority. Sitting tall and proud, she gestured to Center's side with a nod. "Your hand… you keep rubbing it. Was it injured before you awoke here?"
"No," Center replied, not daring to look down and take her eyes off the strangely familiar girl. "It's warm, but not from pain. The warmth is somehow soothing in this abandoned school."
"Do you love this school?" the girl asked, but Center stubbornly remained silent. A toothy grin appeared on the girl's face. "Fine, don't answer. I don't really need you to; the fact that you're here is answer enough."
"And where is here exactly?" Center asked bluntly, rising to her feet. "Is this really MajiJo? Where are all the others? Where is Nezumi?"
"Right now, there is only you and me. And soon… soon, it will be only me, as it should be."
Center shifted into a more defensive position. "What do you mean?"
The girl did not answer, but instead she rose and turned her back to Center, an action few others could afford. She stared up at the flag before her with a soft smile on her lips.
Center studied the girl's stance. It was relaxed and yet intimidating.
"I love MajiJo more than anything else; more than fighting, even." The girl turned her face just enough to glance over her shoulder. "And you… you also love fighting. Why do you fight?"
"It's fun," Center stated cockily.
The girl's eyes suddenly turned cold as she turned to face Center completely, and for the first time that she could ever remember, Center felt the impulse to take just half a step back.
The girl's voice was condescending when next she spoke.
"Fun or not, whether you win or lose, a fight without reason is meaningless."
"I fight for the person and the school that I love. That's more than reason enough."
"So you have a reason, then. Yet still, here you are; do you know why?"
Center was quickly growing tired of the girl's questions and lecturing. "How am I supposed to know the answer when I don't even know where 'here' is?" Despite her arrogance, Center watched cautiously as the girl slowly approached her, her long skirt swaying with every step.
"Reason alone is not enough to win. If you fight without knowing your limits you will lose everything. You will lose your reason to fight." She paused and coolly ran a hand through her hair before staring Center straight in the eyes. "You can only know true strength through fear."
"I'm not afraid of anything." Center's eyes narrowed curiously, as the girl's advice sounded very familiar. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" she inquired again.
"Like you, I'm here because I love MajiJo, but as I said earlier, who I am matters not. But you…" The girl came to stop just feet from Center, thrusting a paper in Center's face. "It matters who you are."
"That's-" Center started, but ceased. It was the notice from earlier in the classroom being held before her now, the very paper detailing her current situation.
"Student 17, Matsui Jurina, a.k.a. "Center," has been hospitalized since… due to injuries sustained in a fight with…"
"Do you truly fear nothing? Is there nothing that you fear losing?" the girl hissed.
Center remained speechless as she stared at the other girl. Again she rubbed her left hand unconsciously; the strange warmth still remained there.
"You lost your fight, believing that you had nothing to lose, that you couldn't lose, and now my beloved MajiJo is crumbling." The girl withdrew her hand, tossing the paper to the ground in disgust. "At this point war is inevitable. The current president will fall."
"No!" Center shouted, launching into a flurry of attacks.
"Rappappa will fall."
There was another barrage of punches. The girl stopped Center's attacks easily and then angrily stared her in the eyes.
"MajiJo will fall!"
She pushed Center to the ground in disgust.
Center glared at the girl and then stood up defiantly and attacked again, but she was struck down after exchanging a few more punches in a cycle that was repeated twice more.
"Without you by her side the current Rappappa president is weak."
"Nezumi is not weak!" Center growled, throwing a punch at the girl. It was easily caught and countered, and as Center fell to the ground yet again she had a fleeting thought that for once, she might be outclassed.
"She is, just as you are weak without her. This school is nothing without Rappappa as its pillar of strength."
Kneeling, Center looked up at her opponent as she wiped at a cut by her lip with her thumb. "Then how do I get stronger?" she asked. The girl grabbed her by her collar then, staring down at her with a fist poised and ready. Center felt her eyes fill with tears despite herself. "How can I protect Nezumi? How can I protect MajiJo?" she pleaded, her voice rising to a shout laced with desperation.
The girl didn't answer. Instead, she swung at Center once more. This time the punch didn't land, as Center successfully blocked it, pushing the fist aside to stare up at the girl defiantly.
Once again, the girl smiled a big, toothy grin. "Maeda entrusted this school to you; don't let her down." With those words, it was an open hand that came to rest before Center.
Not one to lose pride, Center shook the hand that was offered her but then stood of her own strength. The girl smiled proudly then and swung her fist again, stopping it mere centimeters from Center's chest. "Don't let me down."
The girl's words had struck another spark of familiarity in Center's mind, yet before she could ask any questions the girl spoke again.
"You're strong and you have a good head on your shoulders. I enjoyed our fight, too. But you've been here long enough; go back and save this school. Now get out of here!"
In that moment the girl spun an exhausted Center to face the door and then slapped her on the back a bit too forcefully, like a zealous coach. As Center stumbled forward amidst a flurry of cherry blossom petals, the last thing she saw was a framed image on the wall, the portrait of a certain past president staring back at her.
Center opened her eyes to the stark ceiling of a hospital room. Casting her gaze downward, away from the harsh lights, she was greeted with the image of Nezumi, sleeping in a chair with her head resting on the bed beside Center as she clasped Center's left hand tightly. It had not been Nezumi that had greeted her, however, and Center slowly glanced around the bright room to find Gekikara sitting in a chair below the windows.
"G…Ge…ki," Center managed to say, her voice hoarse and cracking.
Gekikara stuffed her hands in her jacket and then stood and walked to the other side of the bed. "Don't bother talking; you've been out for two weeks."
Center nodded. After her encounter, the news was not surprising. Wondering why Gekikara was there, though, she looked up at her questioningly.
Gekikara shrugged. "You came to visit me while I was in the hospital, so I figured I would return the favor."
A faint smirk graced Center's lips, but it soon disappeared with Gekikara's next words.
"You were beaten quite badly. Not even you can take on a whole school single-handedly." She paused, and then, "Have you learned your lesson?"
Again Center nodded.
With a fond smile, Gekikara reached out to remove a petal from Center's hair. "She's an amazing person, isn't she?" she whispered, gently pressing the petal into Center's free hand.
This time Center smiled.
Gekikara turned to leave then. Pausing before she opened the door, she spun around to face Center once again with a teasing smile. "It was Team Fondue that saved you. You ought to thank them when next you see them."
Center shot Gekikara a look that seemed to say, "As if I would ever thank them," before turning her gaze to the still sleeping Nezumi beside her.
"I hear she's been here every day," Gekikara stated softly before exiting the room.
Slowly, Center shifted her free hand across her body and used the petal to tickle Nezumi's nose. After a few twitches, Nezumi sleepily opened her eyes, and as realization settled in she sat up with a gasp.
"Center!" she cried, quickly pulling her hands from Center's and looking aside. She hurriedly wiped at her dampening eyes with her forearm. "D-don't get the wrong idea. It's not like I was waiting here every day or something."
Smiling a knowing, loving smile, Center cupped Nezumi's face for a moment before withdrawing her hand and closing her eyes to drift back to sleep. However, she wasn't quite asleep again before she felt Nezumi reclaim her hand, and she clutched the petal still held proudly in her other.
At this time, I have no more stories to share. When I do write more I will be sure to post them here as well. In the interim, I encourage anyone interested in reading more Majisuka Gakuen stories to check out the forum at JPH!P, if you've not already done so.
Thank you for reading!
Posted to tumblr and JPH!P on September 1st, 2012.